I simply love the joy of Easter morning -- that long'd for day where we celebrate the end of the holy season. The sacrifices of Lent fade away, seeming tiny and hardly sacrifices at all. Passover has been observed, the Lamb wept over, the wine and bread savored, and the leaven purged. Maundy Thursday and Good Friday have presented us with the face of Jesus -- bruised and groaning, bearing all the wrath of God in his body. The tension this build-up causes is difficult to bear as we wait for the end of the story.
And then Light breaks through the darkness, crushing the serpent's head with His Heel, victorious, alive, and risen!
And now that the fanfare fades and the daily grind resumes, I begin to feel about for the niche I ought to inhabit now that the deep soul-searching and self-sacrificing days have reached their conclusion. I am free now to surf blogs as long as my conscience allows -- how do I find the balance of how long that ought to be? I resent leaving the ease of a legal system to determine how I ought to spend my time -- and I don't want to fall into the trap of getting addicted to my internet time as I came dangerously close to doing before Lent began. I do, however, want to enjoy the freedom I have in Christ.
This is the question, isn't it? In any area of Liberty -- where does the balance lie?